Forlorn (part I)

I stand here,
watching the mistcovered landscapes.
Lonely, forever more.
The sun is arising on the bloodred horizon.
My anguished cry echos inside myself.

Caressed by cold winds,
I stare at a thousand visions of time,
now passed.
From darkest clouds I do hear,
a mass of whispering voices,
and they´re narrating
of unseen sceneries.
Their voices enmesh my heart.
It´s so romantic - but I can´t reach.
"Mourning! With sad eyes I look up to the sky.
The gates are open.
Mourning! A beautiful dirge fills up my soul.

I am forever forlorn"